Good morning. We’re looking forward to a rainy week:
Jewel says, “Where are you going, Mac?”
“Oh, you’re running out to be with your friends.”
“Eat all the worms you want, but stay away from the budding grass—that will be horse food in a few weeks!”
Other than that, our friend, Jake, cleaned out the coops and put down fresh wood chips:
The chickens will have it nicely spread out by this afternoon. 🐔🐓